Your Silver Shoes will carry you over the desert, replied Glinda. If you had known their power you could have gone back to your Aunt Em the very first day you came to this country. But then I should not have had my wonderful brains! cried the Scarecrow. I might have passed my whole life in the farmer's cornfield.

Won't you be my valentine?

The nonmail revenues of this carrier relative to those of other trunkline carriers had improved significantly in later years.

Mother, what is this light o'er me? It flashes pink from that far North Sea Whose icen walls are an opal bowl— It would lead me safe to the ultimate Pole.